The Sinner´s Bed

Silk and leather
Light like feather
In this satin bed
I'll lie again

Guide my dreams
Hold me tender
To sweet Morpheus
Surrender me again

Somewhere harsh
But sometimes soft
When my conscience rises
Tell me lies again

Old wood's smell
Soul feels better
From my sins
I run again

And when dawn comes
I'll run to you
Just to sin again.